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Monday, February 18, 2019

Valentine's in September

Some fine evening of September.
A hazelnut latte for me.
And a strawberry frappe for you.
You made a face at my choice.
I, at yours.
Such were we.
Dissimilar. Different. Divergent.
But our laughter
rang the loudest
in that busy cafeteria.
So, such were we.
Absorbed. Oblivious. Fulfilled.
And then,
our eyes latched
and our souls stirred.
And then suddenly,
out of the blue,
You raised our glasses, “Cheers”
 and swapped them.
“Let’s celebrate our valentine’s”
I sipped the frappe from your glass.
“Valentine’s in September”.
Such were we.
Atypical. Dissenters. Way-outs.
Listening to silences.
Speaking to souls.

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